Monday, April 18, 2011

Promise the Fourth (National Poetry Month: Day 18)

Hush, dear, hush. I'll dry your tears.
I'll hold you close and share your fears.

I shall not die - these wounds are light.
I need nothing but the sight
of you. Oh, sweet, I've missed you so!
When morning comes I'll take you home.

Yes, the horrid beast is slain -
you needn't look on it again.
Its body lies there where it fell.
Hush, dear, hush! All will be well.

Oh? How could I be less than brave?
I had a daughter here to save.
Remember this, for this is true:
Love conquers all. And I love you!

Such, then, was given the very best
true promise to a dear princess.

1 comment:

  1. This is a nice one, Chris! I enjoy your poetry blog - found the link through FB, I think.